I thought I could last untill April. Oh how naive I was...

It's really sad when a bottle of orange juice is what tips the scales.


Just got back from SD and I'm already pissed. You can go ahead and say I'm being a bitch and I'm making a big deal out of it, but if you lived in my house you'd understand. I come home from a really shitty bus ride and it's hot outside. I get in my house and all I want is something cold to drink. Now, before we left on vacation I bought a shit load of things to drink. At first I was going to be the bitch I am and just put my name on everything. But I bought so much to drink I thought I'd be nice and let Jaime have one of the bottles of juice and just put my name on the rest. Norman and I finished off the soda and there was oj and my bottle of juice left, as well as some snapple I told Gerg he could drink. I get home, open the fridge, and what do I find? NOTHING!!! Not a fucking thing! My oj is gone and so is my punch. EVEN THOUGH MY FUCKING NAME WAS ON BOTH!!! Now, it may seem like I'm flying off the handle, but this happens way to fucking much in my house. I'm so sick of buying food and drink and not getting any because someone else got to it first. So I started writting my name on things. And that in itself is sad that I have to write my name on something in order to eat. Fucking bullshit. So, after this pay check We are saving and getting thr fuck out of here. I'm tired of not being able to leave food alone for 5 fucking seconds in my own fucking home with out it fucking taking off in to someone else's stomach. Oh! And then not even being told about it REALLY ticks me off. If your gunna have the balls to just take my shit at least have the balls to tell me so I dont go in the kitchen innocently thinking I have something to eat/drink. Save me the disapointment.


I want out and I want out now. I dont need the internet, I dont need cable, I just want my own place where if something's gone, I know who did it.